Word's spill onto this  
page relentlessly and  
without any remorse,  
while I patiently let the
universe run it's
Each passing stroke †  
brings me closer to being  
vindicated, simultaneously †
remaining on this †
high and feeling †
elevated. †
Every letter is essential in  
bringing me closer to rewriting †
my fate as I am slowly becoming †
less filled with hate. †
No more will it be my †
vice. In this battle my rhymes †
are my ideal device.  
The knife is the pen that  
impales vile skin. The ink †
is the blood that releases †
every sin. †
I will not be held hostage †
and under duress so  
I come before you to
finally confess. †

Written by Blake25
Published | Edited 25th Oct 2020
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